Monthly Archives: July 2012
So I’m switching gears to music for a bit. I’ll be posting recordings and experiments in sound I’ve done over the past 8 years or so.
This one is from last year. For a while I was naming my songs after books I was reading at the time, so this is called “Cosmic Trigger” after the Robert Anton Wilson novel. The noise makers used in this song are (in order of appearance):
gong, mandolin, acoustic guitar, djembe, service bell, electric guitar, electric bass guitar, glockenspiel, keyboard (with sitar effect), and Andy Spring’s voice.
I recorded a jam with a friend recently. This is what we looked like:
This is what we sounded like (after slowing the tempo down to an audible speed):
I submitted this poem to a Los Angeles poetry journal, and naturally they rejected it, so I decided to edit it and add some.
Cumming of a Creed
What we need
Is the cumming
Of a creed:
A doctrine of divinity that
Hurls human from slumber
To strikes of wonder.
Your spirit animal.
It shall be of us,
In the Abrahamic tradition.
It shall encompass
And end compass
Guiding us astray
To the ashtrays
Of our minds
Where thoughts are pinched out
Laying in heaps
Of perceptual filters,
Yet shielding the Formica countertop
From collecting dust.
It shall explode
Upon the Hiroshima
Of humdrum humanity,
Of dismal dailies.
It shall be a specter haunting. You erupt
27 years later
When the values
That vested you
Are vaporized off your body by
Napalm napalm napalm napalm napalm
During Vietnamese Kodak moments
That warp your face
Into Edvard Munch hallucinations
Of harrowing beauty.
It shall Socratically “WHY?” you
While you worry “why YOU?”
Until your ever present thoughts
Strip the Y U
From intellectual ubi-quity,
And you declare “I know nothing”
For the second time.
It shall deflower your comprehension
With Joycean oceans
Of cryptic cry,
And it won’t call the next day.
Or the next.
It shall be
The flower of truth,
Waiting to descend
Once “what thou wilt”
Wilts petals into wonder.
And word thunder
As long as
And tongues tumble
All down to the bottom,
Because even this
Fall has an autumn.
This might severely taint my reputation, but I couldn’t pass it up, so here we go. This week I came across a blog post that argued against same-sex marriage. You can find it here. These sort of conversations/posts aren’t typically my cup of tea, but every once in a while I get the inclination to be an asshole, so I wrote a response.
Now, my response is completely satire. Please don’t take me at my word. If you spend enough time on the internet, you begin to see a lot of arguments sprout up in comment feeds (especially on YouTube) and they tend to go nowhere. So, I prefer to use satire (whether it’s actually funny is debatable) when voicing my opinion to things I don’t like, rather than bickering about it.
That’s where you come in. You see, I would much rather see what you have to say. Below is the comment feed between myself and “The Solitary Conservative.” I’m in blue and he’s in red (at least I think it’s a he). Please feel free to leave comments at the bottom. I won’t be restricting anything from going in, so say whatever you really feel, and maybe we’ll at least get something interesting out of this. Here’s the full version, including the comments that “The Solitary Conservative” blocked.
I completely agree with your position. It makes so much sense! Gays should not be allowed to marry because they can’t make babies, and babies are awesome, and our world needs as many babies as it can get. If marriage is about making babies, and gays can’t make them, then of course they shouldn’t be allowed to marry.
I can understand where you’re coming from because, being adopted myself, my parents couldn’t reproduce properly but they still chose to get married. I always thought this was wrong growing up, and said “mom and dad, I love you, but you shouldn’t be married. Marriage is all about making babies.” And my mom would always come back with something about ovarian cancer, but she’s wrong and God agrees with me that she’s wrong. It’s like I was telling my friend yesterday, “black people should not be allowed to live in our society.” I wasn’t saying that they should be killed, I was just saying that they should live in their own special area. The dictionary definition of society says “society is a community, nation, or broad grouping of people having common traditions, institutions, and collective activities and interests.” And black people have like Kwanza and rap and stuff, and totally don’t fit the definition of what society should be. Sorry for the rant, but I’m really trying to say that I agree with you completely: Fags shouldn’t be allowed to marry, and blacks should go back to Africa. Keep the faith strong, and God bless. Peace.
Thanks for the comment, but how does this respond to any of what I said?
I was merely boasting of your immense logical capacity! Marriage is obviously all about sex, and sex is all about making babies, and gays can’t make babies so they can’t get married. Duh. And wasn’t it Carl Sagan who proved that gay marriage is the leading cause of black holes?
You say it’s a “metaphysical impossibility” for gays to get married, even though there are plenty of gays who are legally married, and for that I even envy your ability to brush away plain truth and implement your own brand of personal logic. You laugh reason, virtue, love, and humanity in the face. I’m on your side man, those qualities are for pussies and liberals and faggots. The world needs more men like us to tell people how they should live their lives!
Anyway, I’m sure God will send all the gays to Hell anyway because “God hates faggots,” or whatever my minister keeps repeating. Keep up the great posts, and maybe one day we will finally have a government that is man enough to fully piss on the egalitarian ideal.
Sarcasm aside, you’ve done nothing to address my argument. I daresay that you’re acting quite like a bigot.
“You say it’s a “metaphysical impossibility” for gays to get married, even though there are plenty of gays who are legally married”
This goes to show that you don’t understand my argument. Calling same-sex couples married is one thing, being actually married is another. If, as I argue, marriage is rooted in the biological realities of human nature, then same-sex marriage is a logical impossibility, despite the fact that we may label such arrangements as marriages. Calling a dog’s tail a leg doesn’t make it a leg. The same principle applies here.
Naw man, WE’RE bigots. Bigots as in “One who is strongly partial to one’s own group, religion, race, or politics.” I mean, we both strongly identify with conservatism, right… and Christianity?
I’m sorry if I come off sarcastic; my beliefs can be a little extreme. But I sympathize with your cause completely. Marriage is totally not a concept of human construction. It exists just as physically as a “dog’s tail.” Marriage can’t be what the dictionary supposes as, “A union between persons that is recognized by custom or religious tradition as a marriage.” The dictionary was written by faggot loving liberals. Marriage is biological, and being gay totally isn’t.
No, you’re acting bigoted in the sense that you refuse to engage with the arguments of the opposition, choosing instead to respond with satire instead of a well-reasoned argument.
Once again, you still haven’t engaged with my arguments, so your comments are now moderated. Further sarcasm will not be approved. I expect all commenters here to engage rationally with my arguments. Those who don’t lose the privilege of commenting.
Oops… I thought there was well-reasoned argument in my satire. I always found satire more fun than argument when interacting in text, so I’m not looking to launch into a full online debate with the written word. It lacks too many elements of rhetoric. I was just having fun.
So, in brief, marriage is a concept, a ceremony, a tradition, etc. It does not physically exist as you presume. People might be biologically attracted to each other, but the institution of marriage is constructed from belief, not tangible reality.
Personally, when it comes to defining the concepts within my own belief system (which I like to abbreviate as BS) I like to make them all-inclusive, and promote, to the best possible degree, a sense of equality. If you prefer to outcast certain sects (not to be confused with sex) from your BS, and create a reality for yourself that only includes people like you, that’s your thing.
“So, in brief, marriage is a concept, a ceremony, a tradition, etc. It does not physically exist as you presume. People might be biologically attracted to each other, but the institution of marriage is constructed from belief, not tangible reality.”
I gave an argument that marriage is a biological reality grounded in human nature — specifically, the proper purpose of sex. Merely asserting your contrary opinion is not a refutation of it. You need an argument to warrant your conclusion.
“I like to make them all-inclusive, and promote, to the best possible degree, a sense of equality.”
This begs the question. The meaning of “equal” will depend on the nature of the thing being discussed. To treat people equally is to give them all the rights that they deserve, but what they deserve is the very issue being debated. To know what people deserve, we need to have some grasp of the nature of the thing in question. But if there is no such thing as an objective standard in which marriage is grounded, then the idea of “equality” in the marriage debate makes absolutely no sense. So ironically, in order to invoke the equality argument, marriage must be something other than a mere social construct.
I saw him on my ride to work.
waving from the side of a brick building
telling me his toothpaste will keep my teeth whiter than the rest.
I saw him again laying in my neighbor’s front yard,
sticking himself from ground, telling me who deserves my vote.
he interrupts my favorite shows and talks and talks and talks and talks and talks and talks and talks and talks and talks and takls and talks.
I stopped watching television because I’m terrified of him.
he didn’t go away.
I can’t even watch a movie anymore without him stepping on screen for a cameo.
he proudly wears new clothing, imprinted with big letters telling others where he came from.
I’m constantly finding him in my mailbox… I throw him in the waste, but he comes back daily
always looking for attention.
he’s schizophrenic and obsessive compulsive, but I don’t think he knows it.
he turns commodity into necessity by exploiting peoples’ insecurities.
he taught the Joneses the rules of one-upmanship.
he stands on street corners, whoring himself to the public, proclaiming his love for God and country.
he is God and country. (they were created in his own image)
the minds of good people have eroded in his wake.
he wants everyone to share his taste in music…
his sense of fashion…
“The unexamined life IS worth living!” he shouts.
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